I'm 44, married with a beautiful, spoiled 4 year old daughter. I have a pretty good marriage and life. I have a good job as a secratary for a nursing home. My husband also has a good job where he recently got a promotion and I am currently living in the home of my brother that has passed away.
About my Loss:
My brother died almost 11 months ago from glioblastoma. He was in NYU, being treated by so called genusis.I put my life on hold and made the hospital my new home(a year ago that was my life).They said he had 6 months maybe 8. He only had 3. The dr's messed up and I have to live with this. I'm having a moment
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My heart is breaking right along with yours. I also lost my brother. Almost seven months ago, September 27, 2010. Adam was only 41. Married with two young boys. He had a very aggressive Lymphoma and passed only about 90 days after his diagnosis. He was at Staten Island University Hospital. And he suffered tremendously, in part because of the terrible care he received. He had one infection after the next, and eventually they were unable to proceed with the chemo because of it.
I am tormented by the horrific images and memories. And that I didn't hug him enough. Or tell him how much I loved him and how important he was to all of us. I almost can't bear thinking about what his boys are going through. Or my parents.
I have nothing to say that can make you feel better. But you are certainly not alone in your grief.
Arielle
Hi Barbra-
My heart is breaking right along with yours. I also lost my brother. Almost seven months ago, September 27, 2010. Adam was only 41. Married with two young boys. He had a very aggressive Lymphoma and passed only about 90 days after his diagnosis. He was at Staten Island University Hospital. And he suffered tremendously, in part because of the terrible care he received. He had one infection after the next, and eventually they were unable to proceed with the chemo because of it.
I am tormented by the horrific images and memories. And that I didn't hug him enough. Or tell him how much I loved him and how important he was to all of us. I almost can't bear thinking about what his boys are going through. Or my parents.
I have nothing to say that can make you feel better. But you are certainly not alone in your grief.
Arielle
Apr 14, 2011